Chapter 1522: Various tools are in place (1/2)
Foundry Hall.
Fan Yezi lay on the table with half of her body, and her foot was tilted upward as if a dragonfly had dripped water.
Jun Chang laughed and sat beside him, drinking tea indifferently.
”Unbelievable!”
”It's incredible!”
For a moment, Fan Yezi finally removed the entire face from the drawing, and then withdrew his surprise to stand in place.
As a foundry expert, although he can't understand the characters of the magic delusion, he can also see from the structured painting that this is definitely a good armor!
”This seat will translate the text.”
Jun Chang smiled and put down the tea cup, and said, ”Are you confident to create it according to the drawings?”
”...”
After a little silence, Fan Yezi said earnestly: ”Sovereign, the armor of this drawing design must be extraordinary. Without the corresponding materials, it will be difficult for me to make it.”
Draw the scoop according to the gourd without any problems.
However, it is a waste of time just to make it look like it can't show its true ability.
”rest assured.”
Jun Chang laughed: ”This is my problem, not yours.”
The meaning is obvious, you are responsible for making equipment according to the drawings, and handing over the materials to me.
Therefore, don't ridicule the dog left to take Zongmen as the instrumental man. In fact, from inheriting the iron skeleton, he is a well-deserved instrumental man Nanbowan.
”no problem!”
Master Fan took a cup of tea and took a sip.
As long as the suzerain provided materials, he was still very confident.
”How about 100,000 pairs?”
”puff!”
Fan Yezi sipped a cup of tea and then hesitated to wipe it. He stared: ”Zong mainly makes 100,000 such armors?”
”Yes.”
”...”
Fan Tangzhu suddenly felt dizzy.
The birth of a piece of equipment lies in hard work, and the level of the armor on the drawing must be high. It may take a long time to produce it. If you make 100,000 pairs, the rest of your life will be spent in iron casting!
”metropolitan!”
Fan Yezi said bitterly, ”I can't do it alone.”
”Come with this seat.”
Jun Chang stood up with a smile, took him to the open space behind the hall, waved out a casting platform, and said, ”With these tools, you should be able to increase the casting speed, right?”
Fan Yezi suddenly felt dumbfounded.
Oh my God!
Where did the sovereign find so many casting tables for refining equipment?
Fan Tangzhu, after all, is a foundry expert, hurriedly walked over, inspected a frame of foundry hall from a professional perspective, and exclaimed: ”Necessary casting facilities!”
Jun Chang laughed: ”These casting stations are on the founding peak. There are also many casting books in this seat, which will be sent after translation.”
”it is good!”
Fan Yezi's eyes were hot.
the next day.
With the efforts of the system tools, drawings and casting books were translated and sent to the foundry.
Fan Yezi started the study of abandoning sleep and forgetting food, completely forgetting that he only rested for two or three days after making the parts.
Thanks to Yao Mengying's ability to control the million demon army, otherwise, our Fantang master must have another heavy task now, that is, to change all the armor they wear to suit the disciples' specifications.
...
After the No. 1 tool man arranged, Jun Chang laughed and came to Zhenfa Peak again.
”Boy!”
The old man Taixuan frowned: ”You must be fine!”
Painful realization.
”Master.”
Jun Chang smiled and grinned, ”Tuer has a good idea. Would you like to listen?”
”...”
Taixuan said, ”What's the idea?”
It is undeniable that after joining Wanguzong, this guy arranged a lot of work for himself, but without the former, Zhushan No. 1 could not be improved in an all-round way, and it was impossible to mass produce.
As a technical house, my heart is all on Mecha, naturally I would like to see the product upgrade continuously until it shines in the upper world, because it is very fulfilling!
”Master.”
Jun Chang sat down with a smile and said, ”Our school has a martial art called Ancient Soul-strengthening Heavenly Martial Arts, which is passed down to the ancient world.
”...”
The elderly Taixuan said impatiently: ”I thought your thoughts were related to mech.”